poetry

Arduous

   The pain; It comes in flashes Burning inside Like a tiny ember Bursting into life    The guilt; It bangs around Always swimming Like a speeding bullet In my skull    The regret; It never leaves No matter what ...

No longer fix people.

I focus on trying to meliorate certain individuals not realizing that it was not my role to do so.     Only did this because I felt it would fix things. I was not trying to be a part of a generation who no longer trys to fix what's broken     ...

Intoxicated

Your touch. Your smell. Your laugh.   I submerge myself in all of them; in all of you. There is no sign of coming up - it's too late for that.     Further I go; my body is sinking. I'm numb. But beside me, your gaze is like...

why i write?

I wonder somedays why I write why I piece together words in a line in a sentence an average self expression or deeper yet a thread of human faith evolved and evolving I write from a high or a low the mediocrity of term leaves me grey and fowl and no...

Nothing Seems to Matter

  Give me a love in which I deserve, In turn I will live a life well preserved, Until then I'll be reckless, far from conserved, For nothing seems to matter.   If we all live just to die, And no one is there to hold me when I...

Numb

I should not be awake.   My eyes flutter like flies   Around a dead body, drawn   To the stench of Numbness.       I should not be breathing.   Bricks sit upon my chest,   Waiting for every exhale   To...

the Sunday morning pew

every Sunday morning as a child I was forced to go to church an indoctrination of god and guilt a strong Irish belt to listen we blasphemers of talk and faith the utter nonsense was the fact that it was a show a perfect attendance record for the god...